Dark Bishop
I sat on the garden seat and
watched the children play. It was a strange feeling for me, I never had a
childhood. I may have been adopted by a caring woman, but her early death on
the delivery of her son. I was not there to enjoy the lost childhood, but was
looking at the lady there. She was another Knight.
Ms. Darlene Dannings; a mother
of two, divorced, ex-military with assignments in covert operation. She was
good then and still was; on the records, she had killed others as a Knight. She
was almost six feet tall, but build slim. I knew that she was on a regime exercise
daily, and even go for martial art classes or for her evening runs. That was
the only time, she was alone from her children; I don't do them, but the adults
were not an exception. I saw her passing the children to her neighbor before
leaving for her run. I followed her, to the location where I would be able to
move for the next phase.
"Fuck!" I screamed
when I bumped into her at the park grounds, behind the work shed. I intentionally
moved into her path and we collided. She reacted with her military expertise,
and used her arms to push me back onto the ground. She was off form, when with
that effort; she stood there catching her breath. I deliberately struggled to
get myself up.
"Don't you see where you
are running?" I shoved at her, but she side stepped before she chopped her
hand hard on outreaching arm. I had it seen coming and feigned pain.
"Aargh!" I shouted
out which took off her guard; she assumed I was just another arrogant runner.
She turned to run the other way, and I moved into my professional mode. I
punched at her left lower back with my right finger jab followed by the
clenched fist as a follow up move in to the area where the kidney met with the
spine. She went down half crouched, but I had my left hand holding the Taser
gun on her neck.
She screamed when I hit her
with the Taser, and rolled over on her side. She was good at her fight; she
kicked out with the right leg into my left thigh. I grabbed the extended leg by
the heel and twisted it. It was then she rolled over a few times, to loosen my
hold on her heel. She crouched on her left leg, while she massaged it.
“Who are you?”
“The last face you would
see.” I told her when I charged at her. The lady was not finished yet; she jumped
forth with her right palm at my jaw for the neck break blow, but I jumped up
with my right knee bent and then lashed out with a straight kick into her face.
She went backwards but was fast to recover. I elbowed back with my right arm at
her face. She ignored the paralysis effect of the blow and swung her right leg
aimed at my knees. It was a savate move; I should have studied her knowledge
more on the arts. She moved in for a punch with her body turned, but I had
retreated back. I had that planned; I threw the Taser gun at her. She reacted
with her hands to protect her face, when I reached for my Walter PKK in the
jacket suit. I fired that from the pocket at her; hitting the face. She went
down clutching her left eye, while I moved in with my second shot at her face
again.
The second one was the fatal
shot; she fell down on her knees.
I stepped over and gave her
one more shot in the back of the head.
There was no time for me to
do anything else. I took for the path and ran on. I came upon some people
nearby, and alerted them. I shout for assistance but no one took notice of me
while I ran on. That was my initial thoughts, but I was wrong.
Someone did see me, did the
kill and escaped from the scene.
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